The Heart System

Chapter 529: Chapter 529

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SHOP [Page 2]

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• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Desire Aura (100c)

• Reputation Point +30 (200c)

• Mastery Evolve (1500c)

• Random Skill (2000c)

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Credits: 31054c

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I reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing against the cold glass of the Sensual Oil I’d just bought from the Shop. It hummed with a faint glow as I palmed it. Without a word, I lunged, my hand snapping around Luna’s throat like a steel trap. I shoved her back, the sheer force of my Strength skill sending her staggering into the nearest stall. She hit the closed toilet lid with a heavy thud, her hair splaying across the porcelain.

"This is it?" she exhaled, her voice still eerily, maddeningly calm. "This is what you call being rough? I’ve had better from a doorknob, Evan."

"Shut up," I said, the Monster tag in my brain pulsing. "Remove the dress."

"I won’t," she challenged, her dark eyes flat. "I’m bored already."

"Are you, now?"

I didn’t give her a choice. I gripped the collar of her high-end dress and yanked. The fabric shrieked as it tore down the center, exposing the pale, heavy curve of her breasts. I kept going, ripping the lace and silk until she was sitting in a ruin of black threads. Whether it was the cheap material or my boosted stats, I was shredding her composure along with her clothes.

She gasped, a flicker of genuine shock crossing her face. Then, suddenly, she lunged upward and delivered a stinging slap across my cheek. Her expression remained stoic, but I saw the flare in her pupils. She wasn’t just taking it—she was feeding on it.

I didn’t hesitate. I backhanded her with enough force to snap her head to the side, then swept her leg. She collapsed back onto her knees, her head hitting the lid. I flipped the lid up in one motion and shoved her face toward the bowl. I hit the flush, and the roar of the water filled the stall as it splashed over her head, soaking her hair and the remains of her dress.

"Sluts like you need a proper punishment," I hissed, my hand firm on the back of her neck.

"Evan..." she sputtered, the water dripping from her nose.

I uncorked the oil with my teeth and poured the shimmering liquid down the length of her spine. The moment the enchanted oil touched her skin, she let out a loud, visceral moan. I could see the sudden, frantic wetness gushing from her, soaking the tiles. I tossed the bottle aside, ripped away her bra and laced panties, and yanked her hips into a high, desperate doggy position.

I didn’t bother with foreplay. I smeared the oil from her back onto my cock and drove inside her pussy in one jagged thrust. She was already impossibly slick, the oil acting as a chemical accelerant for her lust.

"Strangulation, huh?" I asked, my pace turning into a heavy, punishing rhythm. "How about I just drown your sorry ass in here?"

I hit the flush again. She tried to yell, but the sound was swallowed by the churning water. I fastened my pace, my hips slamming into her with a violence that made the porcelain creak. In less than twenty seconds, she hit a massive climax, her internal walls clamping down on me like a vice. I didn’t let up. I began spanking her ass, once, twice, ten times, until I lost count. Her skin turned a vivid, angry red, a slight graze from my watch drawing a bead of blood on her hip.

I yanked her head back by the hair, forcing her to look at her own ruined reflection in the chrome. Then, I shoved my fingers deep into her mouth, gagging her until she choked. She retched, spit coating my hand, which I immediately smeared across her face, ruining her makeup and sending her fake lashes fluttering to the floor. She looked pathetic. She looked perfect.

"You shouldn’t have slapped me, bitch," I whispered into her ear.

"What... is happening?" she rasped, her calm facade finally fractured.

"I told you," I smiled. "I’d bring you to the void. Welcome, I guess."

She was panting like crazy. "Uh... I... I just... I don’t..."

I pulled out of her wet heat, my eyes fixed on her puckered, trembling asshole. It was time to see just how much this headcase could actually take. I made a fist, the knuckles white, and pressed it against her entrance. She was too tight; the muscle didn’t give an inch.

I looked over at Carrie, who was standing just outside the stall, the phone steady in her hand as she recorded every second of the carnage.

"Piss on this fucking dog, Carrie," I commanded.

"Ooh. I’d love that," Carrie purred. She slid her emerald dress to the side, hooked her thumb into her panties, and stepped into the stall. She aimed her hips high, a steady stream of gold splashing over Luna’s back and head. Luna just gasped for air, her face pressed to the porcelain, her mind clearly struggling to process the humiliation.

As Carrie finished, I spat onto my fist, mixing it with the oil and Luna’s own pussy juices until my hand was a glistening weapon. I positioned myself again. One push. Two. Three. She was fighting it, her body instinctively bracing.

"Fucking slut. Open up."

I threw my entire weight into the next thrust. With a wet, tearing sound, my fist punched through the resistance, burying itself inside her. Luna let out a scream that probably echoed all the way to the lobby. I didn’t stop. I pushed further. Further. I was nearly elbow-deep in her, the sensation of her internal muscles stretching to their absolute limit vibrating up my arm.

With my free hand, I clamped down on her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision swim. I began to move my fist in a fast, churning motion.

"What the fuck are you, huh?" I barked.

"A... fuck!"

"Answer me! What are you!"

"A slut!" Luna screamed, her voice breaking. "I’m a whore! Use me!"

"Good girl. But you don’t get to cum without my permission, understand?"

"I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!"

"What? Already? When I’m elbow-deep in your ass?"

"SHI—IIIT!"