The Heart System

Chapter 383: Chapter 383

Jasmine hummed approval against my skin, fingers moving faster—tight little circles, then light flicks. Nala’s walls clenched hard around me; she slammed down once, twice, grinding deep. A sharp cry tore from her throat as the first orgasm hit—her whole body locking up, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing in rhythmic waves around my cock. She rode through it, hips jerking erratically, milking me with every spasm until she collapsed forward, forehead resting on my shoulder, panting.

“Shit… one already,” she laughed breathlessly. “You two are dangerous.”

Jasmine kissed the side of Nala’s neck, then leaned over to capture my mouth in a slow, deep kiss—tongue sliding against mine while her hand kept working Nala’s oversensitive clit in gentle strokes. Nala whimpered into the kiss, hips starting to roll again almost immediately.

“Again?” Jasmine teased softly. “Greedy girl.”

Nala didn’t answer with words—just lifted and dropped harder, faster. The new pace was relentless: long, strokes that let me feel every flutter of her walls, every ripple as she chased a second high. I finally started meeting her—small upward thrusts that made her gasp each time I bottomed out. My hands roamed up her sides, cupping her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing over stiff nipples before pinching lightly. She arched into the touch, moaning loud enough that Jasmine had to kiss her to muffle it.

Jasmine’s other hand found my balls—cupping, rolling them gently, then tugging just enough to make my hips jerk. “You like watching her ride you?” she whispered against my ear. “She’s dripping all over you… making such a mess.”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “She’s so tight… squeezing me like she never wants to let go.”

Nala’s second orgasm built fast—her breaths turning short and sharp, hips losing rhythm as she ground down hard. Jasmine’s fingers never stopped circling her clit; she pinched lightly, rolled, flicked. Nala shattered again—louder this time, a broken cry muffled against my neck as her pussy clamped down like a vice, fluttering wildly. She shook through it, thighs quivering, a fresh gush of wetness coating my cock and balls. She slumped against me, trembling, but didn’t stop moving—slow, lazy rocks to draw out the aftershocks.

“Two,” Jasmine counted softly, kissing Nala’s temple. “Good girl.”

Nala lifted off me with a wet pop—my cock glistening, throbbing angrily in the cool air. She shifted to the side, making room, and Jasmine was already moving.

“My turn,” Jasmine said, voice low and hungry.

She swung a leg over me, straddling my hips reverse—back to my chest—so I had a perfect view of her ass as she reached back, guided me to her entrance, and sank down in one smooth motion. The angle was deeper, tighter; she groaned long and low as she took every inch, walls gripping me like velvet.

“Fuck… you hit different like this,” she breathed, starting to rock—slow at first, then building into steady bounces that made her ass jiggle against my hips.

I reached around her, hands clamping onto her waist—fingers digging into the soft curves there, holding her steady as she moved. The grip let me feel every shift of her body, every clench of her muscles around me. Nala shifted beside us, her hand trailing lightly over my thigh, watching with heavy-lidded eyes, but keeping her touches focused on me—fingers teasing up my side, nails scraping just enough to make me hiss.

Jasmine moaned low, hips snapping harder, faster now. “Yes—god, Evan… deeper…”

I thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm—deep, punishing strokes that made her gasp each time I bottomed out. My hands stayed locked on her waist, pulling her down harder onto me with every bounce, controlling the pace just a little, making sure she felt every inch driving into her. Nala leaned in closer to my ear, her breath hot. “She’s riding you so good… look at her ass bouncing like that. You gonna make her scream?”

“You’re so wet,” I growled up at Jasmine, voice rough. “Dripping all over my cock, slut. Making a fucking mess—hear how sloppy you sound?”

Jasmine panted, head tipping back. “Close—fuck—so close—”

I slapped her ass lightly—once, then twice—the sharp cracks echoing softly in the quiet room, just enough to make her jolt and clench tighter around me. “That’s it… take it harder. You love bouncing on this dick, don’t you?”

“Please—Evan—harder—” she whimpered, grinding down faster, her walls fluttering wildly.

Nala’s hand moved to my balls now—cupping them gently, rolling, adding to the building heat. “Fill her up, Evan,” she murmured. “She’s clenching so tight… bet she’s gonna come all over you.”

I sat up suddenly—wrapping one arm around Jasmine’s waist, yanking her back flush against my chest. The new position let me thrust deeper, harder—hips snapping up into her with relentless force, the wet slaps filling the room. My free hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in rough, insistent circles—pressing, rolling, pinching lightly to make her buck.

Jasmine’s head fell back on my shoulder, moans turning desperate, broken. “Evan—fuck—right there—don’t stop—”

I pinched her clit again—firmer this time—while slamming up hard, burying myself to the hilt. “Cum for me. Squeeze that pussy around my cock—show me how bad you need it.”

Jasmine came with a sharp, keening cry—body locking rigid against mine, pussy spasming wildly around my cock, milking me in tight, rhythmic pulses that nearly dragged me over with her. Her thighs shook violently; a hot gush of wetness coated us both, spilling down my balls. She rode through it, hips grinding down erratically, chasing every last shuddering wave until she was trembling, gasping in my arms.

The sight—the feel—of her coming undone like that, walls still fluttering around me, pushed me right to the edge. Pleasure coiled tight in my balls, hot and insistent, then snapped hard. I groaned low against her neck, thrusting up once more, deep, brutal, and came hard inside her. Rope after thick rope pulsed out, filling her completely, spilling out around my base as her pussy kept clenching, drawing it deeper, milking every drop. I held her tight through it, hips jerking with each spurt until I was utterly spent, cock twitching weakly inside her slick heat.

We stayed like that for long seconds—panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat and cum, tangled together in the dim light. Jasmine slumped back against me, still trembling slightly, her breaths coming in soft, ragged bursts. Nala kissed my shoulder softly, then leaned over to press one to Jasmine’s cheek, tasting the salt on her skin.

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Threesome

EXP Gained: +420

Villain Bonus: +50 EXP

Star Rating: 4.7 ★★★★

Reason: –

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– Bliss Multiplier: 517c

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“Better?” Nala asked quietly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest, grounding me.

I exhaled a shaky laugh, arms still wrapped around Jasmine. “Yeah… much better.”

Jasmine turned her head just enough to kiss my jaw, lips lingering. “Nightmare’s gone?”

“For now,” I murmured, pulling them both closer, letting the warmth of their bodies chase away the last shadows. “For now.”

The room fell quiet again—only soft breaths, the faint rustle of sheets, the slow thump of hearts settling into sync. The dark waited outside, but in here, between them, it couldn’t touch me.

Not tonight.

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 17)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 76 kg

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EXP: [█░░░░░░░░░] 1186/9922

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❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎

I needed more credits if I wanted to continue my relationship with Carrie, and I also wanted to get rid of this Sadist status. For that, I needed the Bliss Multiplier. As I was contemplating whether I should put more points into Honeyed Words or not while sitting at my desk, a quiet “fuck it” slipped out of my lips, and I bought Mastery Evolve, putting that point into Bliss Multiplier just like that.

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CURRENT STATS

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◆ Strength: 10 (+5)

◆ Charm: 13

– Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Seductive Allure (☐)

◆ Libido: 16

⤷ Endless Vigor (☐☐☐☐☐)

◆ Pleasure: 30 (+15)

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)

⤷ Bliss Multiplier (▣▣▩▩▩)

◆ Luck: 1

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10 Unused Ability Points

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Good. Now I was going to get one hundred and twenty percent of the EXP I earned as credits. Since I also had a “date” with Carrie tonight, I could get all the help I needed. Yesterday, I nearly hit the lowest point of Reputation by accident, and I didn’t plan on repeating that mistake.

Okay. This time, I was going to end it with Carrie. No more BDSM shit, no more unhinged talks, and no more of her in my life. This was going to be the last time.

Even though I kept saying that, half of me knew it was a lie. I liked it. I liked doing all that fucked-up shit to Carrie for some reason. Again, I’d been a vanilla guy my whole life, but something snapped in me when Kim was kidnapped and Carrie unlocked something I didn’t know existed. The realization made me feel like a weirdo.

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SHOP [Page 2]

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• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Desire Aura (100c)

• Reputation Point +30 (200c)

• Mastery Evolve (1500c)

• Random Passive Skill (1700c)

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Credits: 1229c

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