The Heart System

Chapter 102: Chapter 102

The rain hadn’t let up, hammering the summer house’s windows like it was trying to break in. Two days since the hospital chaos, and the storm was only getting worse, not better, despite Kim’s prediction of clear skies and beach days. I was jobless now—the boss at the gas station didn’t give a shit about my fight with Richard. Told me I could fuck off if I wanted; he wasn’t firing his golden boy over ”a small thing like that.” So I walked. No job, no money in my pockets. The only way to make cash was through system credits, and that meant grinding quests.

I liked working, though. Kept my mind busy. I’d applied to a few jobs online, but my gas station resume wasn’t exactly opening doors. No replies yet. With no reason to rush back to the city, we were holed up at Kim’s summer house, riding out the storm.

”I need to go back to the city,” Kim said, sprawled on the couch, scrolling her phone. ”We’ve got two days of food left. Shame we forgot to buy some stuff after we left the hospital.”

”I’ll handle it,” I said, leaning back on the opposite couch. ”Text me the list.”

We were lazing in the living room, the fire crackling, blankets draped over us. Jasmine had scored some days off from her job. Tessa was fielding customer service calls for an online clothing brand, her phone buzzing constantly. Kim, unemployed like me, was just chilling.

Speaking of Kim, I realized Tom still hadn’t shown up. I’d meant to ask yesterday but forgot.

”Hey,” I said, glancing at her. ”Where’s Tom?”

Kim looked up from her phone. ”With his mom. Messy family stuff.”

”Damn. Family drama,” Tessa muttered, eyes glued to her screen. ”Been there. It sucks.”

”I’m hungry,” Jasmine said from the couch. ”Pizza, anyone?”

”As if we have anything but pizza,” Kim quipped, rolling her eyes.

Jasmine stood, tossing her blanket aside, and headed to the kitchen, her steps light. Tessa sat next to me, still on her phone, while Kim lounged across from us. I needed to call Mendy, check on her after the hospital. And text Delilah.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed—Delilah’s name flashed on the screen. Eight in the morning, early for her.

”Hello?” I answered. ”Ms. Komb?”

”Hey,” she said, her voice warm. ”I was at your house today.”

”Yeah, I’m on a little trip,” I said, rubbing my neck. ”Sorry I wasn’t there.”

”Your roommate was, though,” Delilah said. ”Strange girl, but cute. Gulped down the soup I made in seconds.”

I frowned. ”I don’t have a roommate. Definitely not a girl. You were probably at the wrong place.”

”What?” Delilah sounded confused. ”No, it was your place. That expensive painting on your wall, the green kettle I got you...”

My blood ran cold. What the fuck? Someone was in my house? ”Can you describe this roommate, Ms. Komb?”

”Messy black hair, dark circles under her eyes. Poor thing looked like she hadn’t slept in days.”

Cora. Had to be. That description fit her perfectly. But what the hell was she doing in my place? ”Did she give a name?”

”Why are you asking?” Delilah said, curious.

”Just... did she?”

”Aliha,” Delilah said.

Fake name. Definitely Cora. But why? Stealing? Delilah said the painting was still there, so probably not. I wasn’t hallucinating—I’d heard that song in my living room when I was sick, found my boxers in the middle of the floor. Someone was fucking with me.

”Hey,” I said, forcing a strained smile into my voice. ”Visit me in a couple of days, yeah? I’d love to catch up, Ms. Komb.”

”Oh, I will,” she said. ”Gotta go, though—driving. See you.”

I slipped the phone into my pocket. ”I’m heading out,” I said, standing. ”Text me the list, Kim.”

”Now?” Jasmine called from the kitchen, sliding a pizza into the oven. ”I’m making pizza!”

”Not hungry,” I said, grabbing my jacket. ”I’ll go now.”

”Why so sudden?” Kim asked, eyeing me.

”No reason,” I lied. ”Don’t want the rain getting worse and fucking up the roads.”

”Alright,” Jasmine said. ”Drive careful, okay?”

”Yes, mom,” I said, smirking.

”Mommy,” Jasmine teased, flashing a grin before turning back to the oven.

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I turned the key and stepped into my house, the door creaking shut behind me. Something felt off—wrong, like the air itself was out of place. A scent hit me, fruity and sharp, like some kind of perfume. It was nice, but not mine. My colognes didn’t smell like that. My heart kicked up a notch, unease crawling up my spine.

A shuffling noise came from my bedroom. I froze, my breath catching. Shaking my head, I grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter, the blade cold in my hand. ”Fuck...” I whispered. ”Please just be the wind...”

I crept toward the bedroom, my boots silent on the floor. The door was closed—never closed it, not since that night I thought I’d been robbed. Maybe I had been. My grip tightened on the knife as I eased the door open, slow and quiet.

And... yeah. Fuck.

Cora was sprawled on my bed, naked, her pale skin glistening with sweat, legs spread wide. The sheets were soaked, dark patches spreading under her thighs, her pussy dripping as she fucked herself with my Zippo lighter—the big one, its silver glinting between her fingers. My dirty boxers were pressed over her face, her nose buried in them, inhaling hard, her chest heaving with ragged, desperate breaths. Her black hair was a tangled mess, dark circles under her wild, manic eyes, wide open like she was possessed.

She chuckled, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, pooling on the pillow as she exhaled into the boxers. ”Cumming... keep fucking me... heh-heh. Yeshh... YES!” Her voice was unhinged, a mix of a moan and a snarl.

Her body shuddered, hips bucking as she squirted, a gush of fluid soaking the sheets further, the wet sound echoing in the quiet room.

She yanked the boxers closer, her tongue dragging up and down the fabric, slurping like it was the best meal she’d ever had, her eyes rolling back.

”Not enough...” she muttered, voice low and feverish. She slid off the bed, her movements jerky, and sat at my desk, her wet thighs leaving streaks on the chair. She opened my laptop—fucking knew my password—and plugged in a USB.

A video loaded. My stomach dropped. A hidden camera in my bathroom, catching me jerking off, my hand moving fast, my face twisted in release. Cora’s fingers plunged into her pussy, her eyes glued to the screen, her voice a twisted purr. ”Yes, Evan, jerk that fat cock... love how you stroke it, so fucking hard for me... cum for your dirty little whore...”

She looped the part where I came, her fingers working faster, her breaths hitching. ”Yes... yess...” she hissed, rewinding again. ”Yesshh!” Again. And again. ”I’m cumming! Yes, Evan! Together!” Her voice cracked, wild and obsessive, as she came hard, her body convulsing, another gush soaking the chair, her thighs trembling.

I stood there, speechless, the knife loose in my hand. My cock betrayed me, hardening in my jeans, a sick mix of shock and arousal twisting in my gut. This was embarrassing—fucking mortifying.

I exhaled, my breath shaky, and pushed the door open fully, the hinge creaking. Cora jumped, her eyes snapping to me, wide and feral. She scrambled to her feet, the Zippo clattering to the floor, her body slick with sweat and cum. We locked eyes, no words, just heavy silence, her chest heaving.

Then her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing, her hands covering her face, her body shaking like a leaf.

”What the fuck?” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper, the knife trembling in my hand as I stared at Cora, naked and crumpled on my bedroom floor, her body shaking with sobs, her pale skin catching the dim light from the rain-streaked window.

”I didn’t mean to!” she screamed, her voice raw, tears streaming down her cheeks, matting her messy black hair to her face. ”I’m sorry!”

”What...” I stammered, my head spinning, the air thick with that fruity perfume and the musky scent of her arousal. ”You... how... that video—what?”

”I’m sorry!” she wailed, clutching her face, her thin frame quaking like she was unraveling. ”I’m sorry!”

A HUD flickered in my vision, the text sharp and cold, like it was taunting me.

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- Quest Available

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- Title: Got Caught

- Task: Fuck Cora

- Reward: +75 EXP

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- Accept Quest? [Yes] [No]

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I stared at the floating interface, heart pounding. Fuck Cora? After catching her masturbating on my bed, sniffing my boxers, watching a hidden video of me jerking off? The system was twisted, but 75 EXP was a big step toward leveling up. My cock was already hard, throbbing in my jeans, betraying me despite the shock, her pale, slick body seared into my mind.

I exhaled, jaw tight, and hit [Yes]. Fuck it. I was already neck-deep in this chaos—might as well dive in.