The Heart System - Chapter 229
Chapter 229: Chapter 229
I pulled her down one last time and let go. My cock throbbed hard inside her, pulse after thick pulse of cum flooding her pussy until I could feel it leaking out around my base. The orgasm rolled through me in long, heavy waves, hips jerking with every spurt, breath ragged.
When it finally ebbed, Minne collapsed forward, boneless, her head settling on my chest right over my racing heart. I was still buried deep inside her, softening slowly, our combined mess already starting to drip.
I brought one hand up, stroking her damp hair gently, patting her head in slow, soothing circles.
“Good girl,” I murmured, voice low and warm. “Such a perfect good girl for Master.”
She made a tiny, happy sound and nuzzled closer, completely spent and utterly content.
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– Sexual Activity Completed
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Partner: Minne
EXP Gained: +210
Star Rating: 4.5 ★★★★
Reason: –
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Huh, 210 EXP. Not bad. To think I was scraping by on five or ten when I first started. Things have changed quite drastically.
Another UI flickered into view, showing Minne’s interest had ticked up three points. I’d learned by now that raw sex alone rarely moved the needle with her. This time it did. Must’ve been the way I treated her, like she was actually worth something.
“Thank you for…” Minne started, voice soft against my chest, “not being like Guy, Master.”
My stomach twisted. “Oh…”
Just basic human decency and the system rewarded me. Fucking Guy. No wonder the bar was in hell.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m the lucky one, Minne. You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”
She let out the tiniest, happiest giggle. “Hehe… thank you.”
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WOMEN – INTERACTIONS
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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60★★
Kayla: Interest: 13 / 60★
Tessa: Interest: 27 / 40★
Kim: Interest: 35 / 40★
Delilah: Interest: 75 / 80★★★
Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★
Mendy: Interest: 6 /20
Nala: Interest: 66 /80★★★
Penelope: Interest: 5 /20
Minne: Interest: 20 /40★
Ivy: 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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Another milestone hit. While my cock slowly softened inside her and I kept stroking her hair, the reward popped up: 240 EXP and nothing else. I’d take it.
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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 11)
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Age: 21
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 74 kg
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EXP: [████░░░░░░] 1022/2970
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Minne carefully slid off me, a trickle of cum following her as it ran down her thigh. She stood at the edge of the bed and gave a small, polite bow. “May I clean myself, Master?”
“Go ahead, baby.”
“Thank you.” She padded toward her bathroom, bare feet silent on the floor.
I pulled my jeans back on, buckled up, and left the room. Grabbed my half-warm beer from the dining table on the way, then dragged a chair over to the massive window overlooking the city. Snow was starting to stick now. New Year’s Eve in a couple days.
I lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and just stared out at the lights.
Ten o’clock today. The empty apartment. The blood on the ceiling. The mole. All of it was closing in.
The shower hissed on behind Minne’s door. For a second I pictured joining her, water running down her small frame, pressing her against the tile, but I shut the thought down. She was still easing into all this. No need to push.
Another drag. Then a knock at the penthouse door got my attention. Who would be here at this hour? Everyone was meant to be on lockdown at the office.
I stubbed the cigarette out, walked over, and checked the peephole.
Emma.
Nala’s cosplay friend. The one who’d recommended Minne for the job in the first place. She stood there in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, hands in her pockets, expression flat. Half-lidded eyes, the kind of lazy smile that never quite reached them. Like she was permanently unimpressed with the world.
I opened the door. “Hey.”
“Hello,” she said, voice flat and serious. “Evan, right?”
“Yep.” I stepped aside. “Nala’s not home, and Minne’s in the shower, but come in.”
“Thank you.” Emma unwrapped a long black scarf, shrugged off her coat, and hung both on the rack like she’d done it a hundred times. I gestured toward the living room and she followed without a word.
We sat, me on the long sectional, her on the opposite couch. The air-con hummed overhead, sucking the last traces of cigarette smoke out of the room.
“Coffee?” I offered.
“No thanks. I’m actually here for Minne.”
“She’ll be out in a minute.” The shower had just cut off down the hall.
Emma dropped onto the opposite couch. The silence stretched just long enough to get awkward.
I cleared my throat. “So… I heard you have a YouTube channel. Minne said it’s pretty big.”
Emma blinked once, slow, like a cat. “A YouTube channel.”
“Yeah.”
For a second she just stared at me, expression unreadable. Then the corner of her mouth twitched, barely a smile, more like a warning.
Before she could answer, Minne stepped into the living room.
Fuck me.
She was a walking wet dream: sheer black babydoll so thin it clung to every curve, lace cups doing absolutely nothing to hide her stiff pink nipples. The matching thong was little more than a whisper of fabric between her thighs, held up by a delicate garter belt and glossy thigh-high stockings that made her slim legs look endless. Freshly showered skin still glowed, damp hair tumbling over her shoulders, cheeks already pink with excitement.
“M-Master,” she started breathlessly, clutching a tiny silk robe she clearly forgot to put on, “I bought this yesterday just for—”
Her eyes landed on Emma.
Time stopped.
Minne’s face went nuclear red. A high, mortified squeak escaped her lips. Emma’s gaze did a slow, deliberate sweep from the gartered thighs up to the barely-covered tits, then she lifted one hand and gave a single, solemn thumbs-up.
Minne shrieked, spun around, and bolted. The bedroom door slammed like a gunshot.
Emma turned back to me, deadpan. “So. Same as Guy. Fucking the maid because she’s the maid. Noted.”
“No, wait—”
She snorted, finally cracking a crooked grin. “I’m kidding. Minne won’t shut up about how you’re apparently some saint.” She kicked off her boots, stretched her legs out on the ottoman, and flexed her feet in thin black ankle socks with tiny white cats printed on them. “And no, I don’t have a YouTube channel.”
I exhaled, tension bleeding out. “Okay… then what do you do?”
Emma wiggled her socked toes lazily, watching me with those half-lidded eyes. “I sell pictures of these. Sometimes the socks come off. Sometimes I wear panties for three days straight and mail them to whoever pays the most. That’s the ‘channel’ Minne was too embarrassed to explain.”
I glanced down automatically. Her feet were small, high-arched, toes flexing playfully against the soft cotton. Something about the casual way she showed them off, like she knew exactly what she was doing, sent heat straight to my groin.
“You’re staring,” she said, voice low and amused. “That’s fifty bucks for the socks, a hundred if you want them on my feet while I take the pictures. Special rate for friends of Minne.”
I dragged my eyes back up. “People actually pay that?”
Emma’s smirk widened, slow and dangerous. “Last pair went for four hundred. Some guy begged me to step in cake frosting first.” She tilted her head, cat-like again. “Want to find out why?”
“Nah, thanks.” I shrugged. “But seriously, thanks for the offer.”
Minne walked in a few seconds later, wearing her maid outfit. She tugged at the hem of her dress like she was trying to make it longer, then stepped into the living room with her chin almost glued to her chest. Poor girl looked like she wanted to evaporate. Honestly, if I were her, I’d dig a hole in the carpet and crawl in.
“I, uh…” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I gotta go. Got some stuff to take care of.”
“Would you let Minne go for a few hours, ‘Master’ Evan?” Emma asked, voice flat as always. “She wanted to go shopping today.”
“Sure, sure,” I said, looking at Minne. “You don’t have to ask me for permission like that, alright? If you wanna take a break, just tell me you’re going and that’s it.”
“B-but Master—” Minne tried.
“I’m off,” I cut in as I stood. “Nice talking to you, Emma. And… again, thanks for the offer, I guess.”
“Anytime.” She smiled lazily. “Bye, ‘Master’ Evan.”
I sighed. “Yeah, yeah.”
I walked to the rack, grabbed my jacket, and slipped it on. When I glanced back, both of them were watching me—Minne giving a tiny nervous bow, Emma waving at me with those bored, half-closed eyes of hers. God, she was a weird one.
I stepped out the door, rolling my shoulder to loosen up. Then I headed toward the elevator and hit the button.
Guess I was going to kill time outside until ten.
“Great,” I muttered. “How the fuck am I supposed to wait now…”