The Heart System

Chapter 421: Chapter 421

The knob turned. Minne stepped inside—still in her maid outfit and closed the door quietly behind her. She froze when she saw me—naked from the waist up, boxers tented obscenely, cock outlined thick and hard against the fabric.

Her eyes went wide. Then dark. Hungry.

I sat up, shoved the boxers down, and kicked them off. My cock sprang free—bigger than usual, veins standing out, head flushed dark and leaking steadily. The goddess’s touch had done something—left me swollen, sensitive, ready to burst.

Minne couldn’t look away.

"Remove your clothes," I ordered, voice low and rough. "I’m gonna fuck you, Minne."

"Yes, Master!"

She moved fast, fingers flying to the buttons of her maid dress, peeling it off in seconds. Bra next, black lace falling away to reveal small, perfect breasts, nipples already hard. Panties last—sliding down her thighs, leaving her bare, pussy already glistening.

I stood, crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her—hard, claiming. She melted into it, moaning into my mouth, small hands clutching my shoulders.

I spun her around, bent her over the desk—papers scattering, lamp wobbling—ass up, back arched. Her red hair spilled across the wood like spilled wine.

I stepped behind her, gripped her hips, and slid into her in one long, deep thrust.

Minne moaned, high, sweet, "Oh... Master..."

I didn’t hold back.

I pushed deeper, slow at first, letting Minne feel every thick inch stretching her open—until my hips pressed flush against her ass and I bottomed out completely. She moaned—long, sweet, trembling, her small hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Fuck..." I groaned low against the back of her neck. "Feels so fucking good. Your insides... so tight, so hot... like you were made for this cock."

I grabbed both her shoulders—fingers digging into soft skin for leverage—and started fucking her hard. No buildup. No mercy. Just raw, deep thrusts that slammed her forward against the desk every time I drove in. The wood creaked under the force; papers slid, a pen rolled off the edge and clattered to the floor.

Her pussy was drenched—wetness coating my shaft, dripping down my balls, slicking her inner thighs with every pull-back. She was just as horny as I was—walls fluttering, clenching greedily around me like she couldn’t get enough.

"You’re soaking me, honey," I rasped, voice rough. "This little cunt’s greedy today, isn’t it? Squeezing me so tight every time I pull out... begging me to stay buried inside you."

Minne whimpered—high, needy—pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. "Y-yes, Master... I can’t... it feels too good..."

I snaked one hand around from behind, cupping her small breast. Her tit bounced softly in my palm with each slam of my hips; her nipple was rock-hard, pebbled tight against my thumb. I kneaded it—firm, rolling the sensitive peak between finger and thumb—drawing another sharp moan from her throat.

"These pretty little tits," I growled, pinching harder just to feel her clench around my cock. "Love how they bounce when I fuck you like this. Love how hard your nipples get for me."

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I moaned—deep, guttural—and brought my palm down hard on her ass. The crack echoed in the room; her cheek jiggled, a bright pink handprint blooming instantly on pale skin. Minne cried out—half pain, half pleasure—pussy spasming wildly around me.

Too horny. Way too fucking horny.

I grabbed her waist with both hands, slowed my pace—but went harder. Deeper. I pulled back until just the head remained inside her... then slammed forward to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Held there—grinding deep—feeling her walls flutter and squeeze. Pulled back again. Slammed in. Again. Again.

The desk rattled violently—drawers shaking, files sliding off the edge in fluttering stacks, pens rolling across the floor. The whole thing creaked like it might collapse.

"M-Master..." Her voice came out shaky, broken on every thrust. "Oh... I’m... cumming... M-Master...!"

I didn’t stop. Just kept driving into her—slow, punishing, relentless—each deep plunge forcing another whimper from her lips.

Minne’s orgasm hit like a wave breaking.

Her whole body locked up—back arching sharply, head snapping back toward the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut so tight tears leaked from the corners. A raw, desperate scream tore out of her throat, high and shattered, echoing off the walls. Her pussy clamped down in violent, rhythmic spasms, milking my cock so hard it dragged a groan out of me. Wetness flooded out around my shaft in hot, pulsing gushes, soaking my balls, dripping down her thighs in thick rivulets. Her legs shook uncontrollably; her fingers clawed at the desk, nails scraping wood; her small breasts bounced wildly with each aftershock as she rode the crest.

"That’s it," I growled, voice strained. "Cum for me, honey. Squeeze that tight little pussy around my cock. Show me how much you love being fucked like this."

She kept spasming, wave after wave, moaning brokenly, body trembling like she might fall apart. Her walls fluttered and clenched in endless, greedy pulses, drawing me deeper, trying to pull me over the edge with her.

I didn’t let up.

I kept fucking her through it, slow, deep, grinding every time I bottomed out—riding her orgasm, prolonging it until she was sobbing with overstimulation.

"Good girl," I rasped, leaning over her back, lips brushing her ear. "Such a good fucking girl... cumming so hard for Master... look at how wet you are... dripping everywhere... you love this cock, don’t you?"

Minne could only whimper, nodding frantically, tears streaming, body still shaking in the aftershocks.

I leaned in close, my chest pressing flush against Minne’s back, arms sliding around her waist to hug her tight from behind. Her small body fit perfectly against me—warm, trembling, soft in all the right places. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in: shampoo, faint sweat, and that sweet, needy scent that was just her.

"Got you," I murmured against her skin, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Then I started moving faster.

Quick, sharp snaps of my hips—short, precise thrusts that kept me buried deep while the head of my cock dragged over that perfect spot inside her on every stroke. The rhythm was relentless but controlled, each push forward rocking her forward against the desk, each pull-back making her whimper and clench.

Minne moaned, high, sweet, broken, head dropping forward so her red hair spilled across the wood like spilled wine. "M-Master... oh... yes... right there..."

I kept my arms locked around her waist, one hand splaying over her soft stomach, the other cupping one small breast. Her nipple was hard against my palm; I rolled it gently between thumb and finger while I fucked her—steady, deep, fast enough that the desk creaked again, files sliding another inch toward the edge.

Her pussy was heaven—hot, slick, gripping me like a velvet fist every time I pulled back, fluttering wildly every time I slammed home. Wetness coated my shaft, dripped down my balls, ran in thin rivulets down her inner thighs. The sounds were obscene: wet slaps, her gasping moans, the faint rattle of drawers.

I was glad—deeply, stupidly glad—that my reputation had finally crawled back out of the red. No more villain tag hanging over me like a curse. No more need to be cruel, to edge her until she cried, to prove some fucked-up point. I could just fuck her like this—hard, loving, raw—and know she wanted it exactly the same way.

"You feel so good, honey," I rasped against her ear, voice thick. "This tight little pussy... squeezing me so perfect... like you never want me to stop."

Minne pushed back to meet every thrust—small, eager rolls of her hips—moaning louder now. "I don’t... I don’t want you to stop... Master... please... deeper..."

I gave it to her.

Deeper. Faster. One hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit—swollen, slick, throbbing. I rubbed slow circles at first, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, then faster—firmer—until her moans turned into sharp little cries.

Her walls started fluttering again—those telltale pulses that meant she was climbing fast. Her thighs trembled against mine; her fingers clawed at the desk edge; her back arched sharper, pressing her ass harder against my hips.

"Master... I’m... I’m gonna—"

"Not yet," I whispered, slowing just enough to keep her teetering. "Wait for me, baby. Cum with me. Let me feel you milk me when I fill you up."

She whimpered—desperate, obedient—nodding frantically. "Y-yes... together... please..."

I sped up again—short, brutal snaps—cock slamming deep, fingers rubbing frantic circles on her clit. The desk rattled harder; a stack of papers finally tipped and fluttered to the floor in slow motion. I didn’t care.

Her pussy clamped down—hard, rhythmic—walls spasming in violent waves as her orgasm finally broke.

Minne screamed—high, raw, unrestrained—head snapping back against my shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a perfect ’O’. Her whole body convulsed: thighs locking around my hips, back bowing, pussy pulsing so tightly it dragged me over the edge with her. Wetness gushed around my cock in hot, pulsing floods—drenching my balls, running down her thighs, soaking the front of the desk. She shook like she was breaking apart—small breasts bouncing, fingers scrabbling at the wood, tears leaking from the corners of her closed eyes as wave after wave crashed through her.

"Good girl," I groaned, voice wrecked. "That’s my good fucking girl... cum so hard for me... squeeze that pussy... milk me..."

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

The first spurt hit deep—thick, hot—flooding her as my hips jerked forward one last time. Then another—rope after rope pumping into her, filling her until it started leaking out around my shaft in creamy white rivulets. The pleasure was blinding: hot pulses starting from my balls, surging up my length, spilling endlessly while her walls kept clenching, drawing out every drop. I buried my face in her hair, groaning long and low, hips grinding slow circles to push it deeper as aftershocks rippled through both of us.

We stayed locked together for long seconds—panting, trembling—my arms still wrapped tight around her waist, her small body limp and sated against mine.