The Heart System

Chapter 419: Chapter 419

Kayla exhaled—long, shaky—then let herself collapse back onto the bed. Her body went limp, chest heaving, skin flushed and sweat-slicked. The intensity had wrecked her—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, legs still trembling faintly. She looked spent, like she’d run a marathon and lost, but with that soft, satisfied glow that said it was worth it.

I stood there for a second, catching my own breath, cock softening between us.

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Kayla

EXP Gained: +750

Villain Bonus: +1000 EXP

Star Rating: 4.8 ★★★★

Reason: -

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- Bliss Multiplier: 2625c

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I collapsed onto the bed next to Kayla, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat. Every muscle felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, cock softening against my thigh, sticky with both of us. The room smelled like sex—musky, sweet, heavy—and the sheets were wrecked beneath us.

Kayla rolled toward me immediately, curling into my side like she belonged there. Her head found my shoulder; one leg draped lazily over mine, her breasts pressing soft and warm against my ribs. She let out a long, contented sigh, fingers tracing idle patterns across my chest.

For a minute we just breathed. No words. Just the slow rise and fall of her body against mine and the faint thump of my pulse in my ears.

Then she spoke—quiet, almost shy.

"I just wanted to see if you’d get jealous."

I blinked up at the ceiling. "What?"

"The dresses." She drew a slow circle around my nipple with her fingertip. "They weren’t even mine. I borrowed them from a friend to mess with you. Wanted to know if it would bother you."

I turned my head to look at her. "Wait... did I just cum all over one of your friend’s clothes or something?"

Kayla bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Mendy’s clothes."

"Oh, fuck me."

She finally cracked—soft giggles shaking her shoulders. "I didn’t think you’d actually do something like that. Not gonna lie."

"Yeah..." I dragged a hand down my face. "Me too."

Silence settled again, heavier this time. I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles overhead, guilt crawling up my throat like bile.

"I’m sorry," I said after a few seconds. "That was... fucked up. Probably the most toxic thing I’ve ever done. I got jealous—stupidly. I mean, like, I don’t even know why it hit me so hard. We’re not... exclusive. I fuck other women. You can wear whatever the hell you want. But the thought of other guys looking at you in those dresses, imagining what I get to do to you...ah, I don’t know. I just don’t know."

Kayla stayed quiet for a long second, fingers still moving in slow circles on my chest.

Then she lifted her head, leaned over, and kissed me—soft, lingering, lips brushing mine like she was tasting the apology.

When she pulled back her eyes were warm, almost fond.

She shifted higher, kissed the center of my chest—right over my heart—then lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my sternum, my stomach, until she reached my softening cock. She pressed one gentle kiss to the head, tongue flicking out to taste the lingering salt and sweetness.

My cock gave a weak twitch—stirred, thickened for half a second—then went soft again, spent.

Kayla smiled against my skin. "It’s good," she murmured. "Knowing someone cares enough to get jealous. Even if it’s messy."

Huh... three points from her. Nice.

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kayla: Interest: 38 / 40★

Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kim: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Delilah: Interest: 75 / 80★★★

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Mendy: Interest: 21 /40★

Nala: Interest: 100 /100★★★★★

Penelope: Interest: 5 /20

Minne: Interest: 38 /40★

Ivy: Interest: 7/20

Eleanor: Interest: 15/20

Amelia: Interest: 7/20

Esme: Interest: 25/40★

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She stretched—long, feline—arms over her head, back arching, breasts lifting. Every curve caught the low bedroom light.

"God, I need a bath," she said, voice lazy and satisfied. "I’m going to be so late."

"Late..." The word hit me like cold water.

I sat up fast—too fast—head spinning for a second.

"Shit. I forgot about Mendy. I need to go there now."

Kayla laughed—soft, amused—and rolled off the bed. "You know the way out, Evan. I need to wash myself."

She padded naked toward the bathroom, hips swaying. At the doorway she paused, looked back over her shoulder, and blew me a kiss—playful, sweet, completely unbothered.

I smiled despite myself—small, crooked—then scrambled off the bed.

I gathered my clothes from the living-room floor: boxers, jeans, t-shirt, jacket. Dressed in record time—belt still half-buckled, shoes untied—and headed for the front door.

Kayla’s bathroom door clicked shut behind me; I heard the shower turn on.

I stepped out into the hallway, pulled the door closed quietly behind me, and exhaled hard.

Fuck.

I was late.

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I walked up to the door and knocked. No answer.

I waited a few seconds, then knocked again, a little harder this time. Still nothing.

I stepped back and pulled out my phone, calling Mendy. It rang. And rang. And rang.

No pickup.

I moved to the side window and tried to peek through the glass, cupping my hands around my eyes to block the reflection. The curtains were drawn. I couldn’t see anything inside. No lights. No movement.

I checked the time.

11:02 PM.

Shit. The traffic was just terrible.

I rubbed my face with one hand. I was too late. She was probably asleep. Or maybe she’d waited for a while and then just given up.

I walked back to the door and knocked one more time, louder.

Nothing.

No footsteps. No voice. No light flickering on.

"Well... fuck," I muttered under my breath.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the door like it might suddenly open out of guilt.

It didn’t.

I turned around and walked back to my car. The cold felt sharper now. I got inside and shut the door, the sound echoing in the quiet street.

All because I hung out with Kayla. I’d said I’d be here earlier. I’d said I wouldn’t be late.

I leaned back into the seat and exhaled slowly. I couldn’t even keep a simple promise. I shook my head, started the engine, and stared at the road ahead.

Oh... minus one point from her? Yeah, I deserved that.

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kayla: Interest: 38 / 40★

Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kim: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Delilah: Interest: 75 / 80★★★

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Mendy: Interest: 20 /40★

Nala: Interest: 100 /100★★★★★

Penelope: Interest: 5 /20

Minne: Interest: 38 /40★

Ivy: Interest: 7/20

Eleanor: Interest: 15/20

Amelia: Interest: 7/20

Esme: Interest: 25/40★

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Well. This sucked.

My phone rang, slicing through the silence of the night. I picked it up without glancing at the screen.

"Hello, Mr. Marlowe," a calm voice said. "I’m sorry to bother you at this hour, but... we may have a problem. I tried reaching Mrs. Nolin, but I think she’s asleep."

"Who’s this?" I asked, frowning.

"The night guard at TechForge," he replied.

"Oh. Right. What’s going on?"

"There was a beeping sound coming from Mrs. Nolin’s room during my routine check," he said. "When I went to investigate... I found a hidden camera tucked in the corner of the ceiling."

My stomach dropped. "A hidden camera?"

"Yes, sir." His voice was steady, but I could hear the unease beneath it. "The battery was running low, so I think it was signaling it by beeping."

Shit. A hidden camera in her office. Everything—the talks about Project Phoenix, the business secrets, the... other things we’d done in that room. Everything. This wasn’t just bad. This was catastrophic. My mind raced. What the hell were we supposed to do now?

"Alright," I muttered, trying to keep my voice calm. "Can... can we recover the recordings?"

"No, sir," he said. "It’s saving directly to the cloud. There’s no storage unit attached."

"Fuck," I said, the words tasting bitter. "Alright. Don’t let anyone know about this. First thing in the morning, come to Nala’s office."

"Yes, sir."

"Hmm."

I ended the call and rubbed my face, feeling the weight of the night press down on me. Problems kept stacking up, one after another. God, tonight was a disaster.

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My phone alarm screamed through the quiet bedroom like a drill through my skull.

I cracked one eye open, morning light slicing through the half-open blinds in thin, golden bars across the sheets. The room was warm, still smelling faintly of last night’s sex and coffee grounds from the machine in the kitchen. I reached blindly for the nightstand, thumbed the stop button, and let the silence rush back in.

I rolled left—empty pillow, cool sheets. Nala wasn’t there.

Right—same thing. Jasmine’s side was cold too. They must’ve slipped out early, probably to the gym or to grab breakfast before the day turned into chaos.

I pushed myself up, elbows on the mattress, legs swinging over the edge. My back popped. My head still felt thick with sleep and yesterday’s decisions.

That’s when I realised someone was there... Dierella.