The Heart System

Chapter 452: Chapter 452

I padded out of the room, the door creaking on its hinges, and stepped into the main area of the penthouse. To my left, the dining table was already partially set. Minne was in the kitchen, her back to me, carefully slicing into a loaf of freshly baked olive bread.

I walked up behind her, the soft fabric of her maid outfit rustling as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I rested my chin on her shoulder, watching her cut the bread with the knife. She glanced back, a soft, genuine smile lighting up her face.

"Morning," I whispered.

"Morning, Master," she chirped. "I didn’t want to wake you because..."

"I know," I interrupted, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck.

Even though I felt like a zombie moments ago, my cock was already heavy and pulsing against the fabric of my pants, pressing right into the curve of Minne’s ass. My Libido stat was doing God’s work, accelerating my recovery. I definitely needed to dump more points into that.

I reached down, pulling my pants just low enough, and slid my dick between her thighs from behind. The friction against her stockings was immediate, and I felt the fabric go damp almost instantly. Minne let out a sharp gasp, her hands abandoning the bread to reach down and cup the tip of my cock, her small palms warm and soft.

I started to move, a slow, grinding slide back and forth between her thighs. I leaned in, licking the shell of her ear before gently turning her head to capture her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. I was already rock hard again, the blood pumping fiercely. I slid my hand up under her maid top, finding her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her small, perky breasts were already firm, the nipples hard as pebbles. I pinched one between my fingers, eliciting a whimper from her.

Minne leaned forward, her palms flat on the counter as she arched her back, offering her thighs to me more fully. She was so shy, her face heating up, but her body was telling a different story. I could feel the wetness building between her legs, her pussy soaking through her underwear and onto my shaft.

"M-Master..." she breathed, her voice trembling.

"Good girl," I murmured, nipping at her earlobe. "You’re so soft, Minne. I fucking love your thighs."

I picked up the pace, my hips slamming into her backside as I thigh-fucked her right there against the kitchen counter. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the quiet kitchen. I went harder, my fingers twisting her nipples, driving her into a frantic state of arousal. She was slick, her juices lubricating the friction until it was a loud, wet mess.

Kim walked down the hallway just then, her hair a bird’s nest as she slumped into a chair at the table with a lazy plop. She looked over at us, rolled her eyes, and let out a massive yawn.

"Stop humping our maid so she can get the breakfast ready, Evan," Kim groaned, her voice thick with sleep. "Ugh... so sleepy."

"Right, right," I grunted, my breath hitching as I felt the pressure in my balls reaching the breaking point. "Just a few more minutes."

I didn’t stop. I drove into her thighs one last time, the sensation overwhelming. I pulled back, my cock twitching and leaking pre-cum.

"Get on the ground, Minne," I commanded.

Minne didn’t hesitate. She sank to her knees on the kitchen tile, looking up at me with wide, submissive eyes. She swallowed hard, her chest heaving.

"Look at me while I cum on your face, honey," I said, my voice dropping an octave.

I began to jerk myself off right in front of her, my hand a blur as I worked the shaft.

"Good girl... good girl... I’m gonna... fucking cum..."

The orgasm hit me like a lightning strike, a violent, pulsing release. Thick, white ropes of cum splattered across her face, catching in her red hair, coating her eyelashes, and dripping down her cheeks. I moaned as the last of it left me, then I leaned down and rubbed the head of my dick over her skin, smearing the cum around until her face was a slick, shining mess.

"Clean me up," I whispered.

Minne leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the base of my cock. She was meticulous, swirling her tongue around the head and cleaning every bit of spent seed until the skin was glistening and bare. The warmth of her mouth was the perfect comedown.

I pulled my pants back up and reached down, taking her hand to help her off the floor. I gave her ass a firm, stinging smack that made her squeak.

"I’ll take the plates. You go wash your face and brush your teeth, okay?"

"Yes, Master," she smiled shyly, her face still flushed as she hurried off toward the bathroom.

I grabbed a few plates of the fresh bread and some sides, carrying them over to the table and sliding into the chair next to Kim. I shoulder-bumped her gently, then placed my hand on her belly, rubbing in slow circles before leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

"How’s the pregnancy going?" I asked.

"Good, I’d say," she answered with a smile. "A little excited, not gonna lie."

"Why?"

"Well, gee, I wonder why, Evan? I’d never given birth before, do you think that’s why?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Bad question, I know."

"Are you excited?" she asked, giving me a side look as she grabbed her plate.

I leaned in and kissed her belly again. "You have no idea."

"Woah!" Tessa said behind us. "Evan is going down on Kim at the fucking dinner table!"

I glanced over and realized how it must have looked—me leaning down to kiss her belly. I just shook my head and leaned back, watching Tessa give Mik her food. She then stretched and rubbed her ass, groaning as she did.

"Fucking Jasmine really worked me last night..." she muttered. "I can’t believe I fell asleep with cum oozing from my damn pussy. Why did no one wake me up?"

"We all fell asleep," I replied.

"Wait, did you guys fuck yesterday?" Kim asked. "Without telling me?"

"It was late," I said. "Didn’t want to wake you up." I smiled. "Sorry."

"I’m off to shower..." Tessa muttered, walking down the hallway. "God, I’m so sore."

"Wow. Didn’t know I was the unwanted one." She sighed dramatically, then took a bite from the olive bread.

"You figured out the big picture," I laughed.

She smiled and took another bite from the olive bread, chewing lazily. As she swallowed, Jasmine came out of the master bedroom, fresh from the shower. Her hair was still damp, a towel wrapped around it, loose strands dripping onto her shoulders. She wore a simple robe that clung slightly to her wet skin.

She sat beside Kim and leaned back, letting out a long groan. I leaned toward her and watched her rub her eyes, then exhale slowly. She looked exhausted—we really had gone hard last night.

"Morning," Jasmine said. "And goodnight. I think I’ll sleep here."

"Yeah... it was a weird night," I agreed.

"Just what happened yesterday?" Kim asked.

"You really don’t wanna know," Jasmine exhaled again, then looked at the table. "Where’s Minne?"

"Washing her face," I said. "Is Nala up?"

"Yep. She waited for me to finish my shower. She’s in the bathroom now."

"Hmm."

Jasmine’s phone rang on the table—sharp, insistent.

I glanced at the screen.

Delilah.

Shit.

Should I tell her what I found about Chase? But I didn’t have any evidence now that my phone had exploded. The videos, the proof—gone. Mana had made sure of that.

Before Jasmine could reach for it, I snatched the phone.

"Huh?" she asked.

"She’s probably calling about Chase," I explained. "I broke my phone yesterday."

"About Chase?" Kim asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Chase... is a sick person. He drives his patients, only women, to suicide. And then jerks off to their suicide videos. Fucking disgusting."

"Holy shit," Jasmine muttered. "You got evidence?"

"I don’t... but I will find some." I stood up. "Excuse me. Gotta talk to her."