The Heart System

Chapter 435: Chapter 435

The tallest one, the black-haired one with gold eyes, wiggled her massive ass first. Cheeks clapped together softly. "Come on, Evan. Give us everything you’ve got. Fuck us until you break."

The platinum blonde one arched deeper. Her heart-shaped ass jiggled with the motion. "We’re waiting, baby. Slide that cock back in. Fill us up again."

The auburn-haired one with pierced nipples shook her thick, round cheeks from side to side. "Don’t make us beg... or maybe do. We like it when you make us beg."

The silver-haired one with the obscene shelf ass bounced it once. Hard. Flesh rippled. "Hurry up, Evan. Our holes are aching for you."

I hopped off the bed. Legs shaky. Vision hazy. But my cock pulled me forward like a magnet. I stepped behind the tallest one first. Grabbed her wide hips. Slammed in deep.

One thrust. Instant orgasm. Thick ropes flooded her pussy. I groaned—raw, broken—hips jerking uncontrollably.

I pulled out. Cum poured from her in a creamy gush. She laughed. Low. Pleased.

I moved to the blonde next. Same thing. One hard thrust. Came instantly. Filled her. Overflowed. She moaned. Ground back against me. "Yes... just like that... keep giving..."

To the auburn one. Thrust. Cum. Pull out. Thick white streams ran down her thighs. She pushed back. "More... don’t stop..."

To the silver-haired one. Thrust. Came again. So much cum it dripped onto the floor in heavy drops. She wiggled her ass. "Good boy... keep feeding us..."

I kept going. Back and forth. One thrust per girl. One orgasm per thrust. No break. No pause. My body moved on autopilot. Mind blank. Just heat. Just need. Each orgasm weaker than the last but still thick. Still endless. Like my balls were bottomless.

They talked the whole time. Voices overlapping. Filthy. Relentless.

"Cum again, Evan..."

"Fill me deeper..."

"Look how much you’re leaking..."

"You’re ours now..."

"Keep going... don’t stop..."

I slapped asses as I moved. Hard cracks. Pink handprints blooming on red skin. They moaned louder. Pushed back harder. Tails wrapped around my thighs. Pulled me in deeper.

My heart started to hurt. Sharp stabs in my chest. Breathing ragged. Vision tunneling. But my hips kept moving. Body betraying me. Cock still hard. Still pumping cum.

They shifted again.

"You can fuck our tight assholes too," the tallest one purred. "We saved them for you."

They arched higher. Spread their cheeks with their own hands. Four perfect, untouched holes presented to me. Pink. Slick. Waiting.

I groaned. Dropped to my knees behind the tallest one first. Pressed the head against her ass. Pushed.

Tight. So fucking tight. Hotter than her pussy. Gripping like a vice. I sank in slowly. Then slammed home.

Came instantly. Thick spurts flooding her ass. Overflowing. Dripping down her crack. She moaned—deep, satisfied. "Yes... fill my virgin ass... give it all to me..."

I pulled out. Moved to the blonde. Same thing. Thrust. Cum. Her ass clenched hard around me. Milked me dry. "Fuck... so tight... keep cumming inside me..."

Auburn one next. Pierced nipples swinging as she rocked back. I thrust. Came. Cum poured out around my shaft. "More... stretch me... ruin me..."

Silver-haired one last. Obscene ass swallowing me whole. I thrust. Came again. Heart stabbing harder now. Breathing shallow. But I couldn’t stop.

I moved faster. Back and forth. Ass to ass. Each hole tighter than the last. Each orgasm weaker but still thick. Cum leaked everywhere. Dripped down thighs. Pooled on the bed. Coated my balls. My thighs. The sheets.

They talked constantly. Voices overlapping. Filthy. Relentless.

"Cum in my ass..."

"Fill me deeper..."

"Give us everything..."

"You’re ours..."

"Keep going..."

My saliva dripped from my open mouth. Dropped onto the silver-haired one’s back. I slapped asses as I moved. Cracks echoing. Red handprints on red skin. They moaned louder. Pushed back harder. Tails wrapped tighter around my legs.

The timer ticked down. 0:47... 0:46...

I kept going. Thrust. Cum. Switch. Thrust. Cum. Switch.

0:12... 0:11...

One last thrust into the tallest one’s ass. Deep. To the hilt. Came again. Weak spurts now. Barely anything left. But still coming.

0:03... 0:02... 0:01...

I blinked.

They were gone.

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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: [███░░░░░░░] 3435/9922

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No red skin. No horns. No tails. No cum stains on the bed. No puddles on the floor. No dripping on my thighs. Everything clean. Normal. Like nothing had happened.

Reality rushed back.

My head throbbed like someone had driven spikes into my temples. My chest ached. Sharp. Real pain. Like my heart had been squeezed too hard. Breathing shallow. Vision gray at the edges.

"Oh... what the fuck have I done... oh, fuck..."

I pulled my pants up and tried to sit up. Arms shook. Legs wouldn’t respond properly. I managed to push onto my elbows. Then collapsed back down.

Darkness rushed in and...

I passed out.

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CURRENT STATS

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◆ Strength: 20

◆ Charm: 20

- Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (▩▩▩▩▩)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Seductive Allure (☐)

◆ Libido: 16

⤷ Endless Vigor (☐☐☐☐☐)

◆ Pleasure: 30

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)

⤷ Bliss Multiplier (▣▣▣▣▣)

◆ Luck: 10

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10 Unused Ability Points

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I woke up with a pounding headache. It felt like someone had taken a hammer to the inside of my skull and just kept going. I lay there for a second, eyes half-open, trying to remember where I was. Then I realized I was still in Tessa’s bed. She was sleeping next to me like nothing had happened, breathing slow and steady.

Confused, I pushed myself up onto my elbow and looked around. It was dark outside. Rain tapped softly against the window. I reached into my back pocket, grabbed my phone, and checked the time.

4:07 a.m.

Great. Not even close to sunrise.

Those four demons really did a number on me.

Then I checked my EXP... 3435.

My stomach dropped. That was bad. Really bad. How did I let them play me like that? I knew something was off. I felt it. And I still let them get close, let them drag me into whatever that was. I lost control. I let them lead.

Idiot.

And the EXP wasn’t even the worst part. I could’ve actually died. Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. Actually died. Cause of death: excessive climax. What a joke.

"Agh... my head..."

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. The room tilted for a second and I had to grab the bedframe to steady myself. My body felt weak, like I’d run a marathon in my sleep. I took a breath, then walked toward the door and stepped into the corridor.

The apartment was quiet. To my left was the dining table, and beyond it the large window overlooking the city. Rain streaked down the glass.

And in front of that window stood Dierella.

She was leaning back against the frame, arms crossed, wings moving lazily behind her. She was dressed normally this time. Just a T-shirt and pants. Like she was trying to blend in.

When I saw her, I didn’t flinch. I didn’t have the energy for fear.

"Henrik," she muttered as I approached. "I didn’t realize Mana had made a move."

"That was Mana?" I asked. "Those four demons?"

"Some of her followers, yes."

"They nearly killed me."

"You refused her deal," Dierella said with a small shrug. "She’s using outside help now. When I confronted her, she claimed ignorance. Said her followers acted on their own, out of devotion."

"Bullshit," I muttered, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "She knew exactly what she was doing."

"We can’t prove it."

I leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Do you have followers too?"

"All of us do," she replied. "But Mana... she operates on a different scale."

I exhaled slowly. "This whole game. Indicfrelation or whatever it’s called. Who’s winning?"

"If you continue as you are? We are," she said. "But if Mana keeps interfering, that changes things. And her chosen subject isn’t idle either. She picked well."

"Don’t tell me," I muttered, pressing my forehead to the table. "I don’t even want to know."

"He’s a public figure."

"Of course he is."

There was a brief silence. Then she moved and sat in the chair next to me. I lifted my head and looked at her.

"Who is Silk?" I asked. "The woman with the umbrella."

Her expression shifted slightly. "You don’t need to concern yourself with her."

"When a goddess is trying to kill me, yeah, I do," I said, raising my voice. "Who is Silk?"

She looked away. "It was... a disgrace. What we do..."

Was she telling that to me... or to herself?

"A disgrace what?"

She stood up. "That’s enough for now. I only came to make sure you were alive."

"Dierella, who—"

"Goodbye, Marlowe."

I blinked and she was gone.

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the rain sliding down the window. Why were they all so evasive about Silk? If she wasn’t important, they wouldn’t avoid the topic. I’d never seen her in that mansion in my dreams either. Which meant she wasn’t aligned with them. Or she was something else entirely.

Too many questions. Zero answers.

The master bedroom door creaked open. Jasmine stepped out, rubbing her eyes. She walked halfway toward the kitchen before noticing me sitting alone at the dining table in the dark.

"Evan?" she asked. "What are you doing up?"

"Guess I slept early," I said. "So I woke up early."

"You were in Tessa’s room," she said, heading to the kitchen and pouring herself some water. "What was that about?"

"I was going to help her with Mik," I said. "Must’ve fallen asleep waiting."

She smiled faintly. "Yeah, Mik did not enjoy that bath."

"I kinda guessed."

"You should get more sleep," she added. "We’ve got like five hours."

"Yeah... you’re right."

I stood up slowly.

She looked at me more carefully. "You look exhausted. Are you okay?"

If only you knew.

"Yeah," I said quickly. "Just tired."

She tilted her head slightly, not fully convinced.

I gestured toward the bedroom. "Let’s go back."

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