The Heart System

Chapter 420: Chapter 420

Dierella stood in front of the window, silhouetted against the pale morning sky. Her ashen wings—huge, a little boney, the color of smoke and storm clouds—moved in slow, lazy beats, stirring the air just enough to rustle the curtains. She was naked except for the faint shimmer of divine light that clung to her skin like frost... well, and matching black underwear. Her long hair spilled down her back, catching the sun in liquid streaks.

She didn’t turn right away. Just kept staring outside, arms loose at her sides.

"Bad stuff are happening, huh?" she muttered, voice soft but carrying that unnatural weight gods always had—like the words were carved into the air itself.

"No shit," I said, rubbing my face with both hands. I swung my legs fully off the bed and planted both palms on the mattress. "Why are you here?"

"To talk." Simple. Flat. She finally glanced back at me—eyes the color of molten lead, unreadable. "Did Mana say anything to you?"

"She wanted me to become her subject." I stood up slowly, half-naked, morning wood still half-present. "But I knew better. She’d just kill me the second I was no longer useful. Like she killed that one guy."

Dierella exhaled—long, slow, almost human.

She turned fully then, wings folding slightly as she walked toward me. Each step was silent, deliberate. When she reached me she placed one hand on my shoulder—cool fingers, impossibly light, but the touch sent a shiver straight down my spine.

"You deserved a reward, Henrik."

I blinked. "Reward?"

She let her hand fall away.

Her wings flared—slow, powerful beats that lifted her a few inches off the floor. Then higher. She rose smoothly until her back pressed against the wall opposite the bed, feet dangling just above the carpet. The motion was effortless, graceful, terrifying in its casualness.

And then her clothes—if you could call the faint ashen mist that clung to her a "dress"—simply melted away. It dissolved like smoke, revealing smooth, luminous skin, full bare breasts, nipples hard and peaked, and the soft, glistening slit between her thighs already slick with something that shimmered like liquid starlight.

My mouth went dry.

I stood up, shoved my boxers down, kicked them aside. My cock was fully hard now—painfully so—jutting forward like it had a mind of its own.

I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her ass with both hands—soft, impossibly warm flesh—and squeezed hard enough to make her wings flutter once. She was weightless in my grip, hovering, legs parting naturally as I stepped between them.

I lined up and pushed inside her in one slow, relentless thrust.

The moment the head breached her entrance I came.

Hard.

A thick, hot rope shot deep inside her—then another, and another—before I’d even bottomed out. Her pussy was unreal: hot, tight, rippling like velvet lined with silk, sucking me in, milking me with gentle, rhythmic pulses that felt like they were pulling straight from my soul. I groaned, loud, broken, hips jerking involuntarily as I emptied into her.

Dierella’s fingers slid under my chin, tilting my head up so I had to meet her eyes.

"Good boy," she whispered.

I pulled back—slow, shaking—then thrust in again.

I came instantly—another flood, just as thick, just as endless. Her walls fluttered around me, drawing it deeper, absorbing it like it was nothing. I groaned again, forehead dropping to her shoulder.

She moaned—soft, musical, almost amused. "That’s right. Keep it going. Cum as much as you want."

I was gone.

Too horny to think, too lost in the impossible heat of her body. I leaned in, buried my face between her breasts—soft, perfect, smelling faintly of ozone and something ancient—and started thrusting. Shallow at first, then deeper, hips snapping against hers while she hovered there, weightless, wings beating slow and steady to keep her pinned to the wall.

She cradled the back of my head with one hand, fingers threading through my hair.

"That’s right," she breathed. "Fuck me."

I pushed deeper—groaning into her skin—then bit down gently on one nipple. Not hard, just enough to feel it harden under my tongue. She sighed—pleased—and I came again. Same volume, same force, hot spurts flooding her, spilling out around my cock and dripping in thick, pearlescent strands to the floor below.

Her pussy never stopped rippling, never stopped pulling. It was like she was regenerating me—letting me empty, then refilling me just so I could empty again. Cum oozed steadily from where we joined—creamy white against her luminous skin—running down her thighs, pooling on the carpet in fat drops.

I thrust again.

Came again.

Groaned loud—raw, animal—into her chest.

Dierella’s legs suddenly wrapped around my waist—strong, unyielding—pulling me flush to the hilt.

"You did a good job," she murmured.

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REPUTATION SYSTEM

VILLAIN░░░░░░░█░░░░░░░░ HERO

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Current Reputation: Neutral

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Then she grabbed my chin, lifted my head, and kissed me.

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EVENT

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Reward: +20 Ability Point

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Her mouth was warm, sweet, endless. Her tongue slid against mine—slow, claiming—and I came again. Then again. Then again. Each pulse felt like it was being pulled straight from my core, thick ropes flooding her, overflowing, dripping in heavy streams to the floor. My knees buckled; I braced one hand against the wall beside her head to stay upright.

She broke the kiss gently.

Then she pushed me back—softly, wings folding as she lowered herself to the ground.

Her feet touched the carpet.

She looked down between us.

So much cum.

It coated her inner thighs in glossy streaks, pooled at her feet in a small, sticky puddle. Her pussy was swollen, lips dark and glistening, still leaking slow, thick rivulets of white that slid down her legs like molten wax. Every time her walls fluttered another bead welled up and dripped free.

I couldn’t look away.

My cock was still hard, still twitching, bobbed between us, shiny with her and me.

Dierella smiled, small, knowing, and reached down to trace a finger through the mess on her thigh.

She lifted it to her lips, licked it clean, eyes never leaving mine.

"If you keep going like this," Dierella whispered, voice like smoke curling through the room, "I’ll let you fuck my ass. And you must know... I’m a virgin down there."

She turned slowly. Then she bent forward at the waist—back arched, ass presented—reaching behind herself with both hands. Her fingers spread her cheeks wide, exposing the tight, untouched ring of her asshole—pink, puckered, glistening faintly with that same divine shimmer that coated the rest of her.

The sight hit me like a punch.

My cock twitched violently. One hard, involuntary pulse, and I came again—thick ropes shooting on her ass, creamy streams that ran down her thighs and dripped to the floor.

I moaned, loud, broken, hips jerking as the orgasm ripped through me without warning. Dierella chuckled, low, pleased, then reached back with one hand, swiped a thick glob of my cum from her ass cheek, brought it to her lips, and licked it clean. Her tongue dragged slow across her fingers, eyes never leaving mine.

Then she stepped forward—close—until our noses almost brushed. Her breath was cool against my lips, scented with something ancient and sweet.

Before I could react, she placed one palm flat on my chest and pushed.

I stumbled back, landing hard on the mattress. The bedframe creaked. I blinked once.

She was gone.

No wings. No shimmering skin. No cum on the floor. No puddle. Nothing.

I looked down.

My boxers were still on—dry, undisturbed. My cock strained against the fabric—hard, throbbing, leaking a wet spot at the tip—but there was no evidence of what just happened. No divine pussy. No overflowing cum. Just me, alone, panting, painfully aroused.

But the pleasure... the memory of her tight, rippling heat, the endless orgasms, the taste of her on the air... that was real. Too real to be a dream.

"Shit..." I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. "I got a reward... twenty Ability Points? Now that’s good."

The interface flared in my vision—clean, clinical, like it hadn’t just witnessed a goddess fuck me into oblivion.

I had thirty unspent points now.

I didn’t hesitate.

Ten went straight into Luck. The bar filled—jumping from 1 to 10 in a single breath. Something shifted in the air around me, subtle but undeniable—like the room itself exhaled.

Then two more into Charm—bumping it from 13 to 15. Honeyed Words stayed maxed, but the overall stat glowed brighter, more potent.

I checked the full sheet:

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CURRENT STATS

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◆ Strength: 10 (+5)

◆ Charm: 15

- Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (▩⏹⏹⏹⏹)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Seductive Allure (☐)

◆ Libido: 16

⤷ Endless Vigor (☐☐☐☐☐)

◆ Pleasure: 30 (+15)

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)

⤷ Bliss Multiplier (▣▣▣▣▣)

◆ Luck: 10

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19 Unused Ability Points

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Satisfied, for now, I let my head drop back onto the pillow and closed my eyes.

Fuck.

I was still rock-hard. Throbbing. Aching. The goddess’s "reward" had left me hornier than I’d ever been—cock straining, balls heavy, every nerve lit up like I’d been edged for days.

A soft knock on the door.

"Mast—"

"Minne," I rasped, voice wrecked. "Come here. Shut the door."